Pretty Girl

A/N I know I haven't updated for a while and I am so sorry about that but I have been so busy and I know that's a bad excuse but it's true. Plus I've been pretty sad because the mill in my little town might be closing down and all my friends might end up moving and leaving me! I might only have like three friends left in town because all my other friends' parents work for the mill. Anyways since it was Christmas I decided to find time to type out the chapter for you guys. I thought I would type it out now before I go away for New Years, I'm going to New York with my family to see an NHL game so on December 31st watch the hockey game cause, I'm there . Here's the chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own CCS, CLAMP does. I also do not own the song the story is based off of it belongs to Sugarcult.

Recap of chapter 1…

Syaoran every once in awhile would sneak glances back at Kinomoto to see if she was paying attention to them. She didn't seem to be; she seemed to be off in her own little world.

Little did he know, she had noticed him looking at her.

"What are they planning…?" she thought to herself.

Chapter 2: While he Confesses Everything

For Sakura, today was black metal music. Her headphones were blaring songs by bands like Cradle of Filth and Black Sabbath. She knew people were probably giving her looks because her music was really loud, but who was she to care? She liked it loud. She had convinced her teachers that didn't approve of music in class that it helped her concentrate so she could play it all day. Classmates didn't seem to like that idea; it seemed to stop them from concentrating.

Laid to the river

Midsummer, I waved

A "V" of black swans

On with hope to the grave

And through Red September

With skies fire-paved

I begged you appear

Like a thorn for the holy ones

She found herself mouthing the words to the song. It was one of her favourites. Nymphetamine by Cradle of Filth. When she had first heard it, she had wondered what nymphetamine had meant; she had later discovered that it was a combination of the words "nymph" and "amphetamine". The definition of nymph was a beautiful young woman; and the definition of amphetamine was an addicting drug. With this sort of information she had come to realise nymphetamine meant a beautiful addicting girl.

Sakura walked into her first class, which was Math. She hated the subject with a passion! The numbers were always so confusing and it was hard to memorize all the formulas. She did okay in it, enough to get the credit at least, and in the end, wasn't that all people really cared about?

She sat down in her desk with her music still blaring into her ears. Like everyday she sat alone not talking to anyone. Instead of talking to people like everyone else in the class, she started thinking about how she was going to get detention today. Everyday on first period she would spend the class thinking up ways to get detention. Getting detention was one of her only ways of entertainment, for some reason she never got bored of having to go to it. It just became mandatory after about three weeks of straight detention back in grade four. She couldn't remember exactly what she did, but ever since, she'd spent her time always trying to get sent there.

She started thinking about everything she could do to get detention, there was not handing in her homework, which she didn't do anyways, mouthing off to a teacher, running in the halls…but she did that yesterday, getting into a fight with one of the preppy kids during break…that was always fun. 'Oh the possibilities!' she thought to herself.

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Syaoran was sitting in English with his friends. As always Takashi was talking about something that nobody really cared about. He really wasn't looking forward to this class today because his cousin was teaching it. She was being a supply teacher and every time she supplied he accidentally always called her by her first name and being the bitch she was, she would always give him detention saying he had no respect for her as his teacher.

"And that is why we shouldn't have to read books for school!" Takashi concluded.

"That is the stupidest thing you have ever told us…" Fumihiko sighed after listen to Takashi's theory.

"I thought it was interesting," Eriol mumbled quietly hoping no one would hear him, unfortunately, Ritsou did.

"How could you find that interesting?" he asked wide-eyed.

"Dunno, it made sense to me is all," Eriol shrugged.

"Man I wonder why I hang out with you guys," Fumihiko shook his head exasperatedly.

"Yeah well sometimes I wonder why I hang out with a little midget like you!" Takashi yelled. It always got on his nerves how Fumihiko or Ritsou always complained about how weird he was. He was who he was, couldn't they just accept that?

"Why does everything always get to making fun of my height?" Fumihiko whined.

"'Cause it's just so easy," Syaoran replied after not speaking for a while.

Fumihiko grunted and started mumbling things under his breath.

"So Syaoran, Miss Li is going to be our supply teacher today?" Ritsou asked while gesturing to the woman standing by the door watching students pile in. She had jet-black hair and crimson eyes.

"Yup," Syaoran replied dully.

"Hey, call her by her first name!" Fumihiko ordered.

"Why would I do that? I'll get detention," Syaoran replied looking at him funny.

"Exactly the point," Fumihiko answered.

"Okay, what kind of a friend are you when you're telling me to get detention?"

"Because Kinomoto will no doubt have detention today…like every other day, and you might get a chance to talk to her," Eriol replied understanding where Fumihiko was coming from.

"Why would I want to talk to Kinomoto?" Syaoran asked confused.

"Syaoran man, did you forget about the bet you made with Fumihiko yesterday?" Ritsou asked his friend.

"Bet?" Syaoran questioned. Then after a moment he remembered, "Oh right! The bet!"

"Yeah so call her by her first name, get detention after school, talk to Kinomoto, try and get her to fall for you and then we can forget this whole thing ever happened," Eriol concluded.

"Yeah, and I'll even get detention to, just so you can have help if you have trouble starting a conversation with her," Fumihiko reassured him.

"Greaat," Syaoran sighed running a hand through his hair. Just then, his cousin walked to the front of the room to begin the lesson.

"Okay class, so did you all complete the homework your teacher assigned for you last night?" she asked as the class erupted in a chorus of 'yes'. Syaoran took this as his opportunity and raised his hand. "Yes?" she asked looking over in his direction.

"I didn't understand it Meiling!" Syaoran whined.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me by my first name when I supply teach here?" Meiling yelled at him annoyed. "Next time you say my name I'll give you detention!"

"But Meiling-"

"That's it! You have detention!"

"But we're cousins!"

"I don't care! You're not supposed to call me by my first name! You have detention!"

The class started laughing, this happened every time Meiling Li came to supply teach in Syaoran's classes, and for some reason, it was always funny to watch.

Syaoran slouched in his chair while his friends patted him on the back for the job well done. Fumihiko took this as his opportunity to go through with his word.

"It never gets old does it Meiling?" he shouted to the front of the class causing the young teacher to glare at him, "Okay that's it, you're joining him in detention Mr. Saito," and she turned to the board writing the lesson left by the regular teacher on the board missing the high five the boys exchanged to each other

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Syaoran and Fumihiko walked into the detention room after school only to see Sakura Kinomoto sitting in a seat at the back of the room with her headphones on. She was staring out the window, oblivious to the boys who had just walked into the room.

The two guys took seats in the middle of the class and right as they sat down, Mr. Orimoto walked into the room and closed the door. He sat down at the desk facing the class.

"I thought I told you yesterday not to make a habit out of coming here," he told them dryly.

"It was just a simple mistake that could happen to anybody, it was no big deal," Fumihiko replied lazily.

"Well at least it's not as bad as Miss Kinomoto over there, I just better not see you boys in here as much as she is," Orimoto sighed.

"Oh don't worry sir, you won't," Syaoran told him.

"That's what I like to hear," Orimoto nodded. "Detention begins now." As soon as he said that he took out a chocolate and started to eat it.

The room was quiet just like yesterday except for as always, Sakura's headphones. After about ten minutes, Orimoto stood up. "I'm going to the washroom, when I come back I better see that none of you have moved!" and he walked out the door.

After making sure he was gone, Fumihiko nudged Syaoran and motioned with his head over to Sakura sitting innocently in the back probably having no idea that Orimoto even left the room. "Come on, now's our chance to talk to her."

Syaoran stood up with him and started walking over to her. "I don't see why you want to help me, you made the bet with me."

"Well I want to make sure you at least try to do the bet," Fumihiko shrugged.

They walked to the front of Sakura's desk and Fumihiko tapped her on her shoulder. Sakura was surprised at the sudden touch and jumped. She snapped her head to the front to find the two guys standing in front of her. She knew who they were. They were Syaoran Li and Fumihiko Saito, popular boys. She lifted her hands to her ears and took off her headphones. It was something she barely ever did and she felt naked without them. "Can I help you?" she asked in a monotone voice.

"Hey detention buddy!" Fumihiko exclaimed.

"Umm…hi?" Sakura said unsurely, she wasn't used to talking to people.

"Allow me to introduce us, I'm Fumihiko Saito and this is my friend Syaoran Li," Fumihiko continued to make conversation while Syaoran just wished he would shut up and leave the girl alone.

"I know who you are," Sakura said in the same monotone voice.

"Oh well then I guess that could have saved time," Fumihiko shrugged. "Anyways… so how'd you get here?"

"I beat up Keiko Seiko for no reason and now I'm in here for two weeks," Sakura said in the same voice like it was no big deal. Syaoran wondered how she could say she beat up someone like it was nothing. "How'd you get here?"

"My mom," Fumihiko said at a lame attempt at a joke.

"Ha, ha very funny," Sakura said. Syaoran was really starting to wonder if she could speak in any other tone of voice besides that monotone she spoke in.

"I thought it was," Fumihiko sighed. It was very hard trying to start a conversation with her.

"We better get back to our seats before Orimoto comes back," Syaoran spoke after being quiet through the whole pathetic conversation.

"You have about ten minutes before he comes back so don't worry about it," Sakura sighed leaning back in her chair.

Syaoran gave her a puzzled look, "How do you know that?"

"Whenever he goes to the bathroom he spends three minutes in total in the washroom counting going for whatever he's going for plus he washes his hands and is a perfectionist so he does the whole soap, water and dry and he combs out what little hair he has left to try and fix his comb over and he always eats a chocolate bar in class like you saw and is big on dental hygiene so he brushes his teeth. He patrols the halls while he walks down the hall on the way. On his way back he reads over every note on the bulletin board and takes a drink from the fountain. With everything he does all added together on a bathroom break it equals twelve minutes," Sakura summed up.

"And you know all this how?" Fumihiko asked amazed at how well she knew the vice principal.

"When you're in here enough you tend to try and time the teacher watching you so you know when you can walk out and get something to drink and stuff," Sakura shrugged. "Besides, me and Orimoto, we're like this," Sakura crossed her fingers as a sign of showing they were close.

"Why do you always try to get detention?" Fumihiko asked. "I've always wondered why you're always in here."

Sakura shrugged and simply answered, "Something to do."

"Well why don't you hang out with people for something else to do?" Syaoran asked. He was going to try and see if he could get her to hang around him and his friends.

"I don't want to hang out with people, I don't like people," Sakura replied ignorantly. "I'm going to go and get something to drink." Sakura announced and then stood up and walked out of the classroom while putting her headphones back on her ears.

'Okay...' Syaoran thought. 'This could be a little harder than I thought.

TBC

A/N I'm sorry for the late update! Merry Christmas… even though I'm pretty late saying it.